Tomorrow night (Saturday) I have a night out with a good friend lined up. We're gonna do some dinner/drinking at her house, see a show downtown and then I get to crash at her house. I decide I can contribute to the food part by bringing Mark's Beer Dip. It's super easy...4 ingredients you just mix together. Right up my alley.
After a trip out for the ingredients, I decide I'll make the dip tonight. It can sit in the fridge over night and be good to go tomorrow afternoon. The mistake here was I decided I would make the dip.
I tell the husband to let me make the dip real quick before we start the movie and...for reasons unknown...he lets me wander into the kitchen alone.
I unwrap the two blocks of cream cheese, dump in the package of cheese, the ranch dip mix and the beer the husband has measured out for me. As I'm pouring the beer in the bowl he says, "its a whole beer, right?"
Me: "I guess. You're the one who has made this before."
The Husband: "I don't remember, didn't you look at the recipe?"
Only then do I pull out the recipe and discover it was HALF a beer. So I now currently have a bowl of beer soup. Great.
I still want it to chill over night, so I trudge up to the local market which is barely still open so I can double (and hopefully salvage) the recipe.
I get back and while trying to get the rest of the ingredients added, I knock over the hand mixer and get dip all over myself and the George Foreman Grill still out and dirty from last night (because I have yet to clean last night's dishes).
The husband: "Just get out of the kitchen."
I was banished to the living room with my drink and we now have enough beer dip to feed a small army.